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In the dim light of the alley, his facial features became more pronounced—high cheekbones, thin lips, and a gaze filled with greed and menace.
"It seems you won't cry until you see the coffin!" the man sneered, brandishing a dagger as he lunged at me.
I sidestepped to avoid him, feeling the blade slice through my sleeve. I quickly retaliated, thrusting my dagger toward the man in black. He reacted swiftly, dodging to the side so that my dagger only grazed his sleeve. His eyes narrowed, and he swung his dagger at me again. I stepped back to evade the attack and kicked the box in my hand toward him. The box struck his chest with a dull thud.
Staggering back a few steps, he clutched his chest and bent over in pain. Seizing the opportunity, I advanced and pressed my dagger against his throat. The cold blade rested against his skin, causing him to stop struggling, fear filling his eyes. The alley was eerily quiet, with only our breaths breaking the silence.
"Who are you?" I asked coldly, my voice trembling slightly.
He swallowed hard, his gaze flickering nervously. "I... I just wanted some money..."
"Who sent you?" I pressed on, pushing the dagger forward slightly.
He trembled as he spoke: "N-no one sent me; I just... came on my own..."
"Not telling the truth?" I intensified my tone, drawing a shallow line of blood across his throat with the blade.
"I'll tell you! I'll tell you!" he shouted in terror. "It was... it was Duan Peng who sent me! He said you have something important..."
Duan Peng? Hadn't he already died? A cold smile crept onto my face as I pressed harder with the knife, causing him to cry out in fear. "Li Feng! It was Li Feng who sent me!"
I withdrew the dagger and shot him a disgusted glance. "Get lost!"
He fled the alley like a man granted mercy, scrambling away in panic.
I picked up the box from the ground and quickly left that place of trouble behind. My heart raced, palms slick with sweat. The walls of the alley were covered in moss, and a damp, decaying smell hung in the air.
Once on the main street, I hailed a taxi and hurried inside. "Driver, take me to the city center hospital," I said urgently. The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror but asked no questions as he started the engine.
The taxi slowly merged into traffic, allowing me to breathe a little easier. I held tightly onto the box in my arms, staring blankly out at the passing streets—neon lights flashing and people bustling about—yet feeling utterly out of place.
As we approached an intersection, a red light illuminated, and the car came to a stop. I gazed out at the throngs of people outside, lost in thought. Li Feng's appearance unsettled me; the box contained my mother's belongings—did he know something?
"Miss, are you going to visit someone in the hospital?" The driver's voice broke through my thoughts.
I shook my head. "No, I'm looking for a friend." I didn't want to reveal too much; after all, in this unfamiliar city, one must always be cautious.
Dr. Yang Mu had always been my therapist and was also my mother's best friend. After my father remarried, he remained by my side as a guiding light in my dark life.
The green light turned on, and the car started moving again. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I opened the box, revealing an old photo album and a few letters. Gently, I ran my fingers over the cover of the album; in the photo, my mother’s smile was warm and kind.
“We're almost there,” the driver reminded me.
I closed the box, paid the fare, and got out of the car. The hospital entrance was bustling with people; doctors and nurses in white coats hurried by, and the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant. I walked straight towards the inpatient department and pressed the elevator button.
The elevator doors slowly opened, and I stepped inside, pressing the button for the twelfth floor. There were a few other people in the elevator: a young mother holding a child, an elderly man with a cane, and a man in a suit.
I hurried through the hospital lobby, feeling slightly uncomfortable from the smell of disinfectant. My breathing quickened, and my heart raced. After locating Dr. Yang Mu's office number, I raised my hand and knocked on the door. “Come in,” a steady male voice called from inside.
I pushed the door open to find Dr. Yang Mu sitting at his desk, reviewing some documents. He looked up, set aside what he was reading, and smiled warmly at me. “Zhang Yue, you’re here. Please take a seat.” He gestured to the chair opposite him.
I nodded and sat down across from him, placing the box on the table. “Dr. Yang, I’ve encountered some trouble.” My voice was low, tinged with unease.
Taking a deep breath, I recounted in detail what had happened during my recent attack and pulled out the photos and letters from the box. “These are my mother’s belongings; I want to know what secrets these photos and letters hold.” My fingers lightly traced my mother’s face in one of the pictures, filled with sadness and confusion.
Dr. Yang Mu examined the photos and letters carefully; his brow furrowed as his expression grew serious. He remained silent for a moment before looking up at me with a complex gaze. “Zhang Yue, there are some things I've wanted to tell you for a long time but didn’t know how to start.” His tone was heavy, as if he carried an unspeakable burden.
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